Lyrics Tramp - Otis Redding , Carla Thomas
Tramp
What
you
call
me?
Tramp
Oh
you
didn't
You
don't
wear
continental
clothes
or
Stetson
hats
Well
I
tell
you
one
doggone
thing
It
makes
me
feel
good
to
know
one
thing
I
know
I'm
a
lover
Matter
of
opinion,
baby
That's
all
right,
Mama
was
So
Papa
too
And
I'm
the
only
child
Lovin'
is
all
I
know
to
do
You
know
what,
Otis?
What?
You're
country
That's
alright
You
straight
from
the
Georgia
woods
That's
good
You
know
what?
You
wear
overalls
And
big
old
brogan
shoes
And
you
need
a
haircut,
tramp
Haircut?
Woman,
you
foolin'
Ooh,
I'm
a
lover
Mama
was,
Grandmama,
Papa
too
They'll
make
you
one
Oh,
that's
alright
And
I'm
the
only
son
of
a
gun,
yeah,
this
side
of
the
sun
Tramp
That's
right,
that's
what
you
are
You
know
what?
I'm
no
tramp
You
know
what,
Otis?
I
don't
care
what
you
say,
you're
still
a
tramp
What?
That's
right
You
haven't
even
got
a
fat
bankroll
in
your
pocket
You
probably
haven't
even
got
twenty-five
cents
I
got
six
Cadillacs,
five
Lincolns
Four
Fords,
six
Mercuries,
three
T-Birds,
Mustang
Ooh,
I'm
a
lover
You're
true
about
me
My
Mama
was,
my
Papa
too
I
tell
you
one
thing
Well
tell
me
I'm
the
only
son
of
a
gun,
yeah
this
side
of
the
sun
Alright
You're
a
tramp,
Otis
No
I'm
not
I
don't
care
what
you
say,
you're
still
a
tramp
Don't
call
me
that
Look
here,
you
ain't
got
no
money
I
got
everything
You
can't
buy
me
all
those
minks
and
sables
And
all
that
stuff
I
want
I
can
buy
you
minks,
rats,
frogs,
squirrels,
rabbits
Anything
you
want,
woman
Look,
you
can
go
out
in
the
Georgia
woods
catch
them,
baby
Oh,
you
foolin'
You're
still
a
tramp
That's
alright
You
a
tramp,
Otis,
you
just
a
tramp
That's
alright
You
wear
overalls,
you
need
a
haircut,
baby
Cut
off
some
of
that
hair
off
your
head
You
think
you
a
lover,
huh?
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